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“Dude, he's Australian...not a pirate.”
― S.C. Stephens, Thoughtless

“What if I don’t choose you, Kellan? What will you do?”
He looked away, a tear rolling down his cheek. “I’ll leave, Kiera. I’ll leave, and you and Denny can have your happily ever after.” He looked back at me. “You wouldn’t even need to tell him about me. Eventually, the two of you…” his voice broke and another tear fell on his cheek, “the two of you would get married, and have children, and have a great life.”
I fought back a sob. “And you? What happens to you in that scenario?”
“I…get by. And I miss you, every day,” he whispered.”
― S.C. Stephens, Thoughtless

“But, if for some reason we're not closer, if something has gotten between us, please, I'm begging you…don't give up on me. Stay. Stay with me. Work it out with me. Just don't leave me…please.”
― S.C. Stephens, Effortless

“I feel desperate when it comes to you. Desperate and a little bit insane. All I can think about around you is what you taste like.”
― Fisher Amelie, Thomas & January

“Please, enlighten me, Tom. What exactly did you observe?”
“That men fly to you like a bug to a zapper.”
“Lovely. That’s a lovely analogy. Yes, I’m a man-eater, Tom.”
― Fisher Amelie, Thomas & January

“Love is not the absence of logic
but logic examined and recalculated
heated and curved to fit
inside the contours of the heart”
― Tammara Webber, Easy

“Unfortunately, the coughing drew her attention. "Are you dying or something?" she asked, affecting a perfect sneer as I shook my head. "Well, hacking up a lung out in public isn't all that attractive--just sayin'."

My face flamed, but then Benji leaned up and spoke around me. "Um, giving half the class an exhaustive summary every Monday morning--in lurid detail--of how much of an alcoholic skank you are? Isn't all that attractive either. Just sayin'.”
― Tammara Webber, Easy

“She was his as surely as if he'd branded his name on her skin.”
― Sylvain Reynard, Gabriel's Rapture

“Well, you would realize…
Like i eventually realized…
That the good things about her?
All the beautiful?
It’s not real.
It’s fake.
So you keep your ocean,
I’ll take the lake.”
― Colleen Hoover, Point of Retreat

“Hello, beautiful Livia," Blake answered.

"How did you know it was me?" Livia saw her wide smile in the rear view mirror.

"The phone looked sexier when it rang.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“You named the chicken, Chicken?"

She looked embarrassed. "When we decided not to kill it, I got attached.”
― Tracey Garvis-Graves, On the Island

“I don't fit in your world."
"Neither do I," he said, his expression tender yet resolute. "So let's make our own. We've done it before.”
― Tracey Garvis-Graves, On the Island

“And yet here I am—torn: wanting
to pull him closer, saving him, and at the same time
wishing I could hop on the back of his motorcycle and,
for once, allow someone to save me.”
― Katie Klein, Cross My Heart

“If I meet you at your third floor window tonight, will you let me in?” he whispers softly against my ear, hardly a murmur.”
― Katie Klein, Cross My Heart

“You give me things too," he said in a hushed voice as he bit off the cap.
"Like what?"
"A headache," his smile widened.”
― Leah Spiegel, Foolish Games

“I think that after the first time you give your heart away, you never get it back. The rest of your life is just you pretending that you still have a heart.”
― Tarryn Fisher, The Opportunist

“He makes me graceful, that's his skill. He makes me sexy, because that's what he is. He makes me feel loved, because in spite of his fifty shades, he has a wealth of love to give.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Freed

“There is no pretending," Jace said with absolute clarity. "I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I'll love you then.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“Is this the part where you start tearing off strips of your shirt to bind my wounds?"
"If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“I wanted to tell you that I just--I miss you. And maybe that sounds ridiculous--like we barely know each other, but between the emails and texts and... everything else, I felt like we did. Like we do. and I miss--I don't know how else to say it--I miss both of you.”
― Tammara Webber, Easy

“We have such a long history that when I look into his eyes that's all I can see. I forget the stupidity of what we've done and who could get hurt. I just remember the man who loved me once”
― K.A. Linde, Avoiding Responsibility

“Lexi, I've wanted to tell you for so long." [...] "That I love you.”
― K.A. Linde, Avoiding Commitment

“In the balance of love and loss, it was love that made me struggle to… Breathe.”
― Rebecca Donovan, Reason to Breathe

“I love that picture, he admitted softly. I think it's because I love the girl in that picture.”
― Rebecca Donovan, Reason to Breathe

“Now I was left holding the pieces of my heart, crushed by my own hands.”
― Rebecca Donovan, Reason to Breathe

“We were engaged in a very intricate dance of touching without touching, knowing without saying, and feeling without expressing. We were friends walking along a ledge, a very thin ledge - and I was too caught up in my heightened awareness of his existence to realize how close the ledge was to crumbling beneath my feet.”
― Rebecca Donovan, Reason to Breathe

“Wars fought over a face like this,” he murmured like he was talking to himself, my heart stopped beating and his thumbs moved lightly across my cheeks. “A man would work himself into the ground for it, go down to his knees to beg to keep it, endure torture to protect it, take a bullet for it,” his eyes came to mine, “poison his brother to possess a face like this.”
― Kristen Ashley, Knight

“My heart for yours," he offers.
"Deal.”
― Jolene B. Perry, My Heart for Yours

“I suppose love is never a sure thing, no matter what words are spoken. Love requires a leap of faith into the abyss, every time.”
― Tammara Webber, Where You Are

“Something about first love defies duplication. Before it, your heart is blank. Unwritten. After, the walls are left inscribed and graffitied. When it ends, no amount of scrubbing will purge the scrawled oaths and sketched images, but sooner or later, you find that there’s space for someone else, between the words and in the margins.”
― Tammara Webber, Where You Are